Chapter 43: The Erection Task Force
"So Yeon. I need your help."
Senior Sister's gaze was desperate. The earnest plea in her eyes seemed to hit Paeng So Yeon full force, furrowing her brow ever so slightly.
"What kind of help?"
Paeng So Yeon shot back. Senior Sister turned away from her, facing Paeng Jeong Bo, who stood there with a troubled expression.
"Young Lord Paeng. I'd like So Yeon to travel with us to the North Sea."
"The North Sea..."
Paeng Jeong Bo couldn't hide his unease.
"But she's only just begun retraining in our family's secret art, the Mixed Origin Thunderclap Blade. The North Sea... isn't that the most perilous of perilous places?"
"I'm going! Of course I am."
But Paeng So Yeon answered without a hint of hesitation.
"So Yeon, hold on a sec..."
Paeng Jeong Bo tried to stop her in a fluster, but she looked like her mind was made up. Her eyes burned with unwavering resolve—no, with a strange mix of anticipation and excitement.
"I'll go get ready quick. Prep for departure right away."
"So Yeon, these folks have come a long way—they should at least rest a day..."
Paeng Jeong Bo stammered awkwardly, but Paeng So Yeon wasn't listening. She whipped around and bolted toward her quarters.
"No time for that! His dantian is on borrowed time. If the Summon Pill's spiritual energy fully dissipates, it might really be too late!"
Her shout sliced through the training grounds as she vanished. Paeng Jeong Bo stared blankly at his sister's retreating figure before letting out an awkward chuckle and shaking his head at Senior Sister.
"Haha... that girl's as hot-headed as ever. Senior Sister Hwa Yeon, please take good care of my little sister."
Senior Sister let out a sigh of relief and bowed deeply to him.
"Thank you, Young Lord Paeng. We'll never forget the Paeng family's aid."
The dim twilight inn in Hebei. Paeng So Yeon burst in, flung her luggage aside like trash, and locked the door. Her eyes gleamed with something beyond determination—like a predator eyeing fresh prey.
"Um... Sister?"
Paeng So Yeon cleared her throat awkwardly, glancing sideways at Senior Sister.
"You gonna watch?"
"Huh? Of course you'd want me to step out, right...?"
Senior Sister mumbled hesitantly. Her face mixed embarrassment with the complicated ache of handing her beloved junior brother over to another woman.
"What kinda nonsense is that?!"
At that moment, Jegal Jiun shot up from her crouch in the corner, yelling.
"You don't get it, do you? This ain't just some quick fuck! It's treatment—treatment! We're his guardians, so we gotta monitor progress, help out if needed. We stick right by his side!"
Jegal Jiun brazenly wedged herself between Senior Sister and Paeng So Yeon.
"Plus, think of all the inner energy we've poured into him so far. We need to check every little change meticulously. Right?"
Her logic was absurd, but somehow convincing. Paeng So Yeon's face flushed crimson, her ears burning red as she stole peeks at me.
"W-well... yeah, it's treatment."
Paeng So Yeon coughed, pretending nonchalance, then strode boldly toward me.
"Then... let's start?"
Her hand slipped cautiously—but boldly—into my pants. A rough yet warm touch grazed my inner thigh.
"......"
Paeng So Yeon's hand gripped my member.
"W-wait a sec. Too tight..."
I jolted, twisting away. Her grip was pure Paeng family strength—not a gentle clasp, but like clutching an axe handle. My groin throbbed numbly.
"Oh, sorry."
Paeng So Yeon flinched, loosening her hold. Her eyes darted wildly.
"I'm no good at controlling my strength."
The mighty Paeng So Yeon, fumbling like this. Gone was the arrogance from the Dragon-Phoenix Tournament; now, just a blushing girl, awkward as a clumsy boy.
Jegal Jiun tsked impatiently and stepped forward.
"Ugh, seriously. We'll be here till dawn at this rate."
Her hands moved without hesitation. She yanked my pants down in one swift pull, stripping off my undergarments too. My lower half was bare in an instant. The raw exposure froze the room's air.
"There! Get to it!"
Jegal Jiun shoved Paeng So Yeon forward, retreating with a spectator's gleeful sparkle in her eyes.
But Paeng So Yeon froze. The weight of two women's stares from behind stiffened her shoulders.
"So Yeon. Relax and take it slow."
Senior Sister whispered softly. Her voice was warm, but laced with barely concealed anxiety.
"Nah, she sucks at this—shouldn't we jump in and help?"
Jegal Jiun grumbled from the back.
"Just a bit longer."
"I told you, the key's women. How many guys dream of being surrounded by a bunch? Rich bastards don't flock to brothels and wrap themselves in whores for nothing. There's a reason!"
Jegal Jiun's lecture droned on. Paeng So Yeon shrank further, tentatively grasping my member. Her thick finger joints trembled visibly. The hand that swung massive broadswords shook just holding a man's tool. It felt oddly pitiful.
Maybe that's why. I reached out unconsciously, covering her shaking hand with mine.
"......It's fine. Take your time."
At my voice, Paeng So Yeon snapped her head up. Her eyes shook, lost. Our gazes tangled in the air; she ducked hers quickly. Her earlobes burned scarlet.
"Hah... embarrassing."
A wry chuckle escaped her.
"Didn't chase you all this way to look this pathetic."
She muttered self-deprecatingly. But her fingers, overlapping mine, gripped a touch firmer now. That subtle pressure tickled my heart in a strange way. My body might've been ice-cold, but the warmth from her trembling touch burned hotter than any elixir.
Rub, rub.
Paeng So Yeon's hand moved carefully. The initial awkwardness faded into curious exploration. Her callused knuckles probed every inch.
"It's so soft when it's not hard?"
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. A far cry from her bold sword swings—delicate, cautious now.
"The base feels kinda cool, all squishy like..."
Poke, poke.
She nudged my balls lightly with her index finger.
"Like underripe dumplings."
"Pfft...!"
Laughter burst from Jegal Jiun behind me. She cackled, poking Senior Sister's side.
"Hear that? Dumplings."
"Quiet."
Senior Sister glared, but couldn't hide her smile.
Paeng So Yeon ignored them, focusing. Her hand cupped the tip gently, then stroked down the shaft slowly, repeating. A strange comfort settled in the simple rhythm. Heat seemed to bloom wherever she touched.
"...Warm."
Paeng So Yeon whispered low. Her face drew slowly toward my abdomen.
"It was this warm back then too."
Her eyes glazed dreamily.
"It can get hot like that again, right?"
She looked up at me pleadingly. I nodded silently. I wanted to reward her faith. No—I had to. For my dantian, and for her.
Slurp—
Paeng So Yeon engulfed my glans. Her soft, forceful tongue squeezed the base, sending electric tingles racing up my spine to my brain. She pulled back slowly, lips pursed. My limp shaft stretched taut in her mouth, briefly regaining a rigid form.
"Mmgh...!"
Her cheeks hollowed. She pumped the shaft gently with her hand while sucking vacuum-hard on the tip. Wet lips, warm tongue, and earnest—if clumsy—fingers wove a bizarre harmony.
"Mmph...!"
She glanced sideways at Senior Sister, my cock filling her mouth, mumbling incoherently.
"S-sis...!"
Senior Sister's eyes widened.
"......What?!"
Pop—a crisp, embarrassing smack as Paeng So Yeon's lips released. Saliva strung out long, dripping onto my thigh. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Whoa...... holy shit! No way?"
Jegal Jiun stepped closer, yelling. Their gazes locked on my member, unblinking.
"No, it didn't get hard, but I felt it. Like blood pulsing."
"What? For real?"
Senior Sister rushed over, face lighting up with hope. Jegal Jiun crossed her arms, tilting her head intriguingly.
"Hoh... Paeng girl's mouth got some real suction? The kinda magic pussy that revives the dead?"
Paeng So Yeon ignored the jab, her flushed face alight with excitement as she asked me.
"Yi Yi, you felt it too? Just now, for a split second... it twitched, right? Right?"
Her eyes sparkled with hope. I nodded blankly. Faint, but undeniable—a involuntary twitch deep in the veins.